Let me know, my lover,
When I need to go, my dear.
I love you so,
but I can’t be the woman of your dreams.

Love is beautiful.
It comes in many shapes and forms.
Love is unique,
For me, there are no templates on repeat.

I’ve shed my skin,
I’ve looked within
And shattered my very core.

I won’t back down,
I can’t stop now.
I’m free.

Your amorous canvas is set,
Already painted red.
Your pigment choice is bold
Which retail selection, holiday collection
Was your inspo board?

Let’s try something new
A deconstruction tool.
No, that’s not what I mean.
Just breathe and
Take a moment to connect.

I’ll add some black, some splotches of green.
What will we create?
You try now.
Mountains sturdy and sound.
Our creation has grown.

The symbols well round,
Show our foundation.
Strong, living, allied.

Let me know, my lover,
Do I need to go, my friend?
I can love you, but not the way you dream.

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Dependencies

You are beautiful, My Love.
But you can’t save my soul.”

“You are beautiful, My Love.
But I can’t save your soul.”

“You are beautiful, My Love.
But I can’t help my soul.”

You are beautiful, My
love,  but this is my war.

You are beautiful, my love. Thank
you for the support.

You are beautiful, my love;
shelter yourself from the storm.

Relationships are an amalgamation of lived experience, trauma, adventure, love, and self-exploration from various perspectives. The baggage that we bring with us is expected, but expecting our partner to take on our trauma and negative experience is reprehensible. Support you, yes. Give you grace as you learn to manage whatever it is, of course. However, dealing with our traumas and negative experiences is part of self-work. Other’s can not dig us out of whatever hole we have found ourselves in.

This is an important reminder for people who are aware of their partners’ past. You can’t fix it. You cant fix them. You can be there, now.

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Polyamory Hierarchy 101

Primary. Ones that I want to grow with

Primary. Ones who are my intentional family.

Primary. Those I prioritize and put my resources into every day.

Those resources are so limited.

Primary. I will drop everything just to be a pillow and soak up your tears.

Primary. I consider how I affect you.

Secondary. You are still my breath of fresh air,

a love of my life,

that smile when I wake,

but we know we don’t plan on forever.

We don’t even plan on a year and a day.

Secondary. I cherish each moment differently because we make no promises.

Secondary. I have no expectations, but I still love and value you.

Secondary. I will strive to do my best but sometimes I just have too much going on.

Partners all matter, just in different ways.

But if you look at me and a partner from the outside I bet wouldn’t be able to see who is a primary and who is a secondary.

Why?

Because they are still people.

People deserving of love and affection,

time and our definition of commitment.

Primary and secondary are just descriptors.

Sometimes they are unspoken but known.

Sometimes I love you just because you exist,

but I know that our paths are too different.

They are similar enough for the short-term, right.

Secondaries are a beautiful experience and so often taken advantage of.

I hope you know that no matter where you stand on the partner spectrum

you deserve respect you have value.

Hierarchy is not abuse.

Hierarchy, if it exists is necessary because of limited resources.

Hierarchy is not an excuse to abuse assert couples privilege.

Couple’s privilege is not having a life and responsibilities with someone.

That is just called living.

Hierarchy, Primary, Secondary are words we use to communicate an idea.

Don’t get so wrapped up in the idea that you forget the context.

Don’t forget that those words are just the outline laid on canvas.

We are creating art with our love and feelings for each other.

Every touch.

Every moment.

Each painting has a different style…

because of you.

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The reason why you think I am happy…

is because that is the face I choose to show.

The world fucking sucks.

But look over there.

That Tree. That blade of grass. That flower.

That is life and I choose to breathe it and give the bad the middle finger and face it down.

No seriously though. Have you ever hugged a tree?

Yes, oh yes, I am about to take you on a tree hugging witch round up of loving the earth.

You see I am happy because I am a steward and while this shell is decaying and my brain is a hot mess, my spirit is blessed and free knowing that I came from and will return to nature and it is love as it nourishes us daily.

Thank you, Earth Mother goddess for not forsaken us though we pillage and rape you!

You think I am happy because that is the joy I project as channel her, it, them, us all.